120 philosophical essays you must read in your life

Chapter 1 Preface
Preface I sat down on the side of the road to write, and I couldn't think of what to write

Shaded road.On the side of the road is my hut, the windows are open, the first rays of sunlight follow the trembling green shadow of the worry-free tree, come in and stand in front of me, look at me for a moment, then throw myself into my arms and act like a baby.Then sneaked onto my manuscript, leaving faint golden hickeys when parting.

Dawn dawns around my work.The flowers in the field, the colors of the clouds, the cool morning breeze, and the remaining sleepiness blend perfectly in my pages.The caress of the morning sun stretches like ivy around my handwriting.

There was a steady stream of behavior ahead of me.Chenguang blessed them and said sincerely: I wish you all the best.Birds are singing auspicious songs.On both sides of the road, hopeful flowers bloom in full bloom.When we set off, everyone said: Don't worry, there is nothing to be afraid of.

The vast universe sings for the smooth travel.The radiant sun rides across the endless clear sky.The whole world appeared to cheer the victory of the Emperor of Heaven.Liming smiled and stretched out his arms to the sky, pointing to the infinite future and guiding the world.Dawn is the hope, comfort, and tribute of the day. It opens the oriental golden door every day, bringing the gospel of the kingdom of heaven to the world, and sending the nectar to be absorbed;Dawn is a blessing for the journey of the world, a sincere blessing.

The figure of the traveler in the world falls in my works.They take nothing.They forget sorrow and joy, throwing away the burden of life every moment.Their laughter and wailing germinate in my manuscript.They forget the songs they sang, and leave their love behind.

Yes, they have nothing but love.They love the road under their feet, the ground they have stepped on, and they want to leave footprints.His parting tears fertilized the ground.On both sides of the road they walked, strange flowers bloomed.They love strangers traveling with them.Love is the driving force for them to move forward and eliminate the fatigue of their trek.The beauty of the world is the same as the mother's love, accompanying them, calling them out of the bleak state of mind, and surrounding them from behind to move forward.

If love is chained, the journey of the world is stopped at once.If love is buried in the grave, the traveler is the tombstone lying on the grave.Just like a ship is characterized by being steered and sailed, love is not allowed to be imprisoned, but only allowed to be pushed forward.The bond of love is strong enough to break all ties.Under the influence of sublime love, the ropes of petty love snap; the world moves, which would otherwise be paralyzed by its own weight.

I lean on the window and see travelers laugh and hear them weep as they go on their way.The love that makes people cry can also wipe away the tears in people's eyes and stimulate the brilliance of smiles.Laughter, tears, sunshine, rain and dew make the "beautiful" forests and flowers around me bloom.

Love does not make people weep all year round.The love that makes you cry at the parting of one draws five to you.Love said: Look carefully, they are not inferior to those who left.But your eyes are clouded with tears, you can't see anyone, and therefore you can't love.You even lose all thoughts and have no intention of doing things.You sit with your back turned and numb, with no intention of continuing the journey of life.But love wins in the end and leads you on the road, and you can't keep your face down on death forever.

At dawn, the traveler who set off full of joy has a long, long way to go to a distant place.They couldn't have come a long way without their love along the way.Because they love the road, they feel happy with every step they take, and keep moving forward; also because they love the road, they are reluctant to walk, they can???t lift their legs, and they have an illusion when they take a step; what they have already obtained will probably never be obtained again. .But go forward and forget about these, take a step to eliminate a little worry.At first they wept because of fear, but for no other reason.

You see, a mother is walking on the road of the world with a baby in her arms.Who binds mother and child together?Who guides the mother through the child?Who puts the baby in the arms of the mother, and the road is as warm as a bedroom?It is love that turns the thorns under the mother's feet into flowers!But why did mother misunderstand?Why does it feel like a child means the end of her "infinity"?

On the long road, the children of the mortal world gather together for entertainment.A child takes its mother by the hand and enters the child's kingdom--there is an inexhaustible store of comfort.Because of the delicate faces, it was like a paradise there.They happily competed for the moon in the sky, and there were waves of laughter and laughter everywhere.But, listen, on the other side of the road, a cute and helpless child is crying!Disease invaded their skin, ravaging limbs as soft as petals.No sound came from their tender throats; they wanted to cry, and the cry died in their throats.Savage adults abuse them in various ways.

We are all born travelers; and if Almighty God compels us to trudge on endless roads, if grim misfortune drags us by the hair, what can we, weaklings, do?When we depart, we hear no thunder of threats, but only the promise of dawn.Regardless of the dangers and hardships on the way, we move forward with love.Although sometimes unbearable, Youai stretched out her hands from all directions.Let us learn to respond to the call of untiring love, not to be lost, and not to be chained by cruel oppression!

I sit beside the wailing and joyful voices of the endless stream of travelers, watching, meditating, and loving.I said to them: "I wish you a safe journey, and I give you my love as a Sichuan gift. Because the journey is not for anything else, it is out of the need for love. May everyone dedicate true love to each other, and travelers help each other on the journey."

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